Regina raised her head at the sound of her ring's house resound by the walls. Slowly, and discouraged, the former Queen rose from her couch and went to the door, thinking about who might be.

Someone who would threaten her? Or some Charming would give her a talk about life and how nice it was to be good. Or maybe, if she was lucky, maybe it was Henry. Maybe it was her son who had came to visit her. At that thought, she quickened her steps and opened the door expecting to see her boy on the other side, but in reality, no one was there.

Regina had forgotten the last option. Someone wanting to give her false hopes. She rolled her eyes, and started to close the door downing her eyes, when she saw it. There was a brown box on the floor of her porch. She opened the door again, ducking and taking the box in her hands.

Someone could have filled this with some spell. Regina didn't hesitate to open the box to see what was inside. But there was nothing dangerous... except a cupcake and a black candle.

Curious and confused, she rose to her feet and walked a few steps outside, walking around the place with her eyes, hoping to see some sign of someone. But nothing.

She snorted and went into her house again, closing the door firmly behind her and heading into the kitchen to leave the box on the table. Her brown eyes rested on the box, and she couldn't help but open it and take out the candle and cupcake.

The Evil Queen frowned, thinking what she could do with this. There were not many options. She wouldn't eat the cupcake; there was no way that she did that. The muffins were not for her, and certainly, she couldn't afford to eat something that was left on her porch having a whole town hating her. But there was something she could do. And she didn't have much to do in the day, so trying didn't cost her anything.

Regina slowly placed the black candle on the cupcake. She took a box of matches and lit the candle quickly, letting the candle illuminate her own face. And without knowing, she remembered the words of Emma Swan a year ago.

"You know what's kind of crazy, yesterday was my birthday and when I blew out the candle on this cupcake I bought myself... I actually made a wish. That I wouldn't have to be alone on my birthday. And then Henry showed up."

She had not minded those words. In fact she even didn't care at that moment... but here in front of her she had a cupcake and nobody could take away from her the right to make a wish. Maybe she was lucky and she'd got her wish and could get what she wanted. Her son back.

Without hesitation, Regina smiled slightly and stared at the fire of the candle. "My child back." She whispered and then closed her eyes and waited a few seconds. The brunette sighed slightly and blew out the candle.

Nothing happened. The doorbell didn't ring and no noise could be heard. She opened her eyes, seeing the unlit candle in front of her and thought about what stupid she was to believe that she could have something good in her life. And if she had it, it was a matter of minutes for something to happen so it'd ripped away from her.

Disappointed and angry, Regina took the cupcake and started walking up to the trash. She reached down and opened the lid to throw away the cupcake along with the candle but the doorbell rang.

She turned completely shocked, as if someone had shouted her name. She took a few steps and put the cupcake on the table, frowning and beginning to move toward the door, thinking of many possibilities.

It could be her son? That would be impossible. It was a simple wish... but Emma got what she wanted, and even more. But there was a difference, too. Emma was the Savior. And she was... the Evil Queen. No desire could be fulfilled for her.

Regina moved closer to the door and took the handle and opened the door. No one was there. She snorted again and turned back to her lonely house.

"Hey!" A tiny voice yelled.

Regina, totally confused, frowned to hear that voice. She'd never heard that voice. And slowly, the former Queen turned and looked down significantly, realizing that actually someone was there.

A little girl with long, black hair and big green eyes. She was wearing a beautiful white dress that went below her knees, and white shoes. Little flowers were on the sides of her head, as if they were picking up strands of her hair. For her small stature, Regina could say that that little girl was about five years old.

"Who are you?" Regina asked confused to see that the little girl didn't seem to speak. The girl stared at her and formed a half smile on her lips, cutting the distance that separated her from the older woman to surround her legs by her small arms. At this action, Regina was filled with confusion, watching the black head of the girl who had inexplicably appeared at her door.

"I'm your daughter." The girl whispered clinging to her legs.

"What?!" Regina gasped. This couldn't be true. She didn't have a daughter. She had a son... and no one else. Who the hell was this girl? Maybe her wish had invented a child? "No, no, listen to me..." She gently took the little girl's arms and slowly took her away from her, finding her green eyes again. She frowned, thinking that she had seen those eyes on someone else before. "What's your name?"

The little girl smiled immensely showing her small white teeth, and opened her mouth to answer. And definitely, Regina wasn't ready to hear that answer. "Snow!"

Here I am. This idea came to me because I've seen on Tumblr that someone had said that the irony of Regina's life was the only child who always loved her, it was, indeed, Snow. I think Regina raised Snow the same time as Snow's mother did, so I think at some point Snow was Regina's child. Although their relationship is completely broken, I stil have hope for them.

I wonder what you all think about this, and if I should continue it or leave it here. Please, R&R? Let me know what you think. :)